Chapter 21

Suddenly, his heart started pounding in his chest.

This girl...

Again, he had never seen such innocent eyes in his life.

Slowly lowering his gaze, he allowed himself for the first time to really look at her.

She has a pale, heart-shaped face, with a small nose.

Her lips were rosy, the same shade of blushing blush on her face.

Fanny doesn't wear makeup, but her eyelashes are long, curled, and the same dark brown color as her eyebrows and hair, all of which harmoniously frame her face.

Looking at her deeper, he followed her pale skin down her neck, watched the pounding pulse in her throat and as he looked deeper, he saw the slightest sign of separation that she concealed by wearing a dress that fits well but still leaves a lot to the imagination.

Michel was not used to this.

He is used to having girls around him who are aware of the properties they own and use them.

Girls who know how to play and aren't afraid to show off their bodies or crave sex and power.

What about Fanny? She is ver